I am the living example that if you don't make too many giant plans or have very specific expectations, things can take you by happy, blissful surprise and be better than you ever could have anticipated. I'm a small town girl and my plans looked something like this: go to school, go to university, move to London... see what happens.
What happened was a Scotsman in November 2000 followed by a life which has (so far) unfolded in London, Sydney, Dublin, Sydney... and now New York City (temporarily!). Oh, and a baby. We had a little boy and he's in New York too. We thought it only fair.
What also happened is that my undergraduate degree in Journalism and my Postgraduate degree in Drama actually DID provide me with the skills necessary to forge a pretty great career. Told ya so.
And now I'm 35, a celebrity agent and publicist, mother of a fantastically beautiful 4 year old, wife of a wonderful, successful and loving Scotsman, daughter of doting, supportive and adoring parents... and I'm living and working in New York City.
You don't need to know that I've been awake since June 2008 and that I single-handedly have kept Starbucks and Nespresso in business. That's irrelevant. You don't need to know that I've gained and lost and gained and lost the same pesky 25 lbs about 25 times since 1994. That's irrelevant too.
What you need to know is that I'm happy... right now, right here... I'm happy. I would say it was a dream come true, but I didn't dream this. It just kind of happened.